war and peace

No one spoke between the two for a moment.

If Voldemort really wanted to go to Hogwarts, then there should be no problem.Now, apart from himself, only the Death Eaters knew that their Master had changed his face, and that was very deceptive... Or, coming in through Hogwarts Lakeland?Did he remember that the Slytherin common room was at the bottom of the lake, and there were no dangerous animals in the lake...

Harry thought hard about the situation.After the initial nervousness had passed, he found himself in a cold sweat, with his unlined garments icy and wet against his skin - which reminded him inappropriately of the roaring fireplace in the Gryffindor common room...

hell!He quickly glanced at the person on the side.The person in front of him is the most dangerous dark wizard of this century, how could he still think of the fireplace!

There was no emotion in Voldemort's dark eyes. "I'm so honored that you thought of this on Christmas night." A smile curved his thin lips, but it didn't reach his eyes.

"Did you do it on purpose?" Harry glared at him, and Voldemort could always easily divert his attention. "Leaving such a loophole on purpose, waiting for me to find it?"

Voldemort was noncommittal.He walked to the silver chair carved with precious stones, his eyes lowered, and his slender fingers played with a shining zircon.Under the light of the candle, the surface of the gem seems to have flames flowing. "What do you want me to do to you?" He asked in a low voice, as if speaking to Harry, and seemed to be talking to himself, "Although I knew it would be...but the time and place are really coincidental ah……"

Already knew what would happen?Harry missed the rest of the sentence.Voldemort lifted his head slightly, meeting Harry's cautious gaze. "You should be sleeping in your dorm bed at this time," he said, "not coming here."

Harry felt that once again he hadn't understood Voldemort's mind.Why would his enemies care if he broke school rules? "It's none of your business," he said firmly, "the question is..." How did you get into Hogwarts?Under Dumbledore's nose?Harry really wanted to ask this question, but he felt that even if he asked Voldemort, he might not be willing to answer it, so he gave up decisively.

Voldemort seemed to know what he was thinking. "It's a little trouble, I even went to the Ministry of Magic myself for it..." he said softly, not taking his eyes off Harry's face for a moment. "You will understand this question later. Now, I think you should go back. Dumbledore probably doesn't want to find out that you are not in the castle."

Voldemort approached Harry, wand in hand.Seeing that the tip of the yew was about to touch the eggshell he was holding, Harry couldn't help it anymore. "Stop!" he yelled, so loud that even he himself jumped.

Voldemort raised one of his eyebrows and gave Harry an explanation with his eyes.

"I'll go by myself!" Harry choked out such a sentence for a long time.It was not easy for him to discover this secret of Voldemort. He had a hunch that if he was simply sent back, he would not have such a good chance next time.He had to figure out exactly what Voldemort was going to do at Hogwarts.

"Huh?" Voldemort expressed his doubts in a drawn-out, high-pitched note.He stared at Harry condescendingly, with a look that made Harry feel that he had been completely seen through.It's a good thing he's learned Occlumency, Harry rejoiced, or he'd have been caught right away.

"Are you sure you won't attract the attention of Professor Night Watch by going out of the girls' bathroom now? Didn't you bring your invisibility cloak?" Voldemort retracted his wand with a playful expression on his face. "If this is your insistence, I have no objection." After speaking, he walked back to the bedroom.

He knew he knew the Chamber of Secrets too!Harry confirmed his point of view even more. Voldemort really went back to 17 years ago with him, and the movement was completely out of control... But how would he find out Voldemort's purpose?

Time passed slowly, and Harry could feel the effects of the Binding Charms on him slowly slipping away.His body was almost completely numb, icy and cold, and his jaws were chattering.He could also hear small voices behind him, and Voldemort seemed to be reading a book.If he rushed in like this, Voldemort must have been prepared... He needed an unexpected time, an opportunity...

Really... Voldemort turned the pages of the book in his hand, and at the same time glanced at the figure outside the door out of the corner of his eye.Wouldn't the savior intend to just stand there until dawn, waiting for the spell to expire?Sometimes he really doesn't understand that the savior is particularly obsessed with certain things. For example, now, he obviously doesn't want to do anything, the savior must be able to see it, but he doesn't want to leave!What do you want to do?Surely those he cared about would not be threatened?

Voldemort closed the book with a snap.The thought made him uncomfortable.Could it be that he has been pretending for too long and can no longer adapt, is this the truth?He could feel that he was slowly walking in a direction that he never thought of before... Voldemort stood up, took two steps irritably, and finally decided to hurry up and get rid of the man outside the Slytherin Gem Hall send away.

He walked quietly into the hall.A person in blue pajamas turned his back to him, his body was stiff, and the hem of the skirt seemed to be shaking.This is very abnormal... He walked over quickly and put his hand on Harry's shoulder, and he really felt cold and wet.damn it!He cursed in his heart, could the savior prepare himself before experimenting with himself?Before he could finish thinking, he felt the body under his hand shake twice.Before he could figure out what was going on, his hands had already hugged the person who was about to fall down the waist before his thoughts.

Harry had just broken Slytherin's Body Binding Charm, and was freezing in place waiting for his blood to circulate better before moving.Unexpectedly, due to the sudden pressure, his legs were completely weak, and he was about to fall down.At this moment, someone actually stopped him?Harry stared at the arm around his waist in shock, was Voldemort helping him?There was another person's temperature behind him, and Harry felt his heart beating fast for no reason.Is it because of danger?He had never been so close to Voldemort before...

"I said, when will you be able to walk back by yourself?" Voldemort looked at the back of the disheveled head, disgusted and contemptuous, he was too experienced. "Is it just a slap and go?" He saw Harry supporting his knee with his hands, so he let go and walked to the other side.No sound was heard, and the fireplace in the hall immediately burst into flames.

Harry bent over and pressed his leg, trying to maintain a standing posture, and raised his head suddenly at this sentence.He was still wondering whether he should thank him, but it seemed unnecessary.This man came to see him make a fool of himself! "That's my business!" he shouted angrily.

Voldemort stood by the fireplace, facing him sideways, his cheeks were cast with layers of light and dark shadows by the dancing flames, and Harry couldn't see his eyes clearly. "Of course not..." he said softly, with obvious teasing in his tone, "is the Savior planning to stay outside while the Dark Lord sleeps? I'd be flattered."

Harry was too angry to speak. "You..." He originally wanted to say that this was absolutely impossible, but then he thought that he had indeed thought about this possibility just now.Of course not guarding, but finding something when he wasn't paying attention...

"What's wrong? Was I right?" Voldemort looked over in surprise, "I don't think I can enjoy this kind of treatment." He raised the wand in his hand, seemingly helpless, "As long as you think of this, I can't help it..."

"Can't help it? Cruciatus? Avada Kedavra?" Harry finally found his voice, and said quickly, "Then do it! Why not? You've already done this Didn't you say you want to do it yourself? Now it's just the two of us, you do it!"

Harry gave it all up.He didn't know if Voldemort would become angry from embarrassment... Anyway, he could now be sure that Voldemort had experienced a previous life just like him, so what's the point of leaving such a layer untouched?

Voldemort looked at him deeply, his black eyes hidden in the shadows of his browbones, unable to tell what was in them.Finally he said, "Don't try to provoke me... It seems you saw something through my eyes. It was my mistake, and there will be no next time. Now, right now, get out of my sight." At last, That tone was so cold that it could drop ice scum.

Harry glared at him.Voldemort was obviously angry, so why didn't he do it?Then he belatedly thought, if Voldemort really made an attack at this time, he didn't even have the strength to hide, so what's the point of revenge?He will definitely have to pay a more painful price for his temporary enthusiasm.

Having figured this out, Harry closed his eyes and decided not to challenge Voldemort's bottom line of tolerance.He struggled to move his numb legs to the other side of the hall, and he kept speculating about Voldemort's strange behavior again and again.Fortunately, there was a fire just now, otherwise...

Wait a moment!Why would Voldemort do that?He came out, patted himself on the shoulder, and stopped himself from falling just in time, and then... lit a fire to keep warm?Is it for yourself too?Harry was shocked by his own doubts.No, it might just be a little easier...

Harry walked faster and faster.He had a very bad premonition, which became stronger and stronger as he took steps.He saw in Voldemort familiar qualities that he had never seen before, and which should not have been present in him.His baseless sense of familiarity...they shouldn't be related at all...

The gate is getting closer.If he goes out, he may not be able to come in again... But he really wants to know... There is no movement behind, wondering if Voldemort has gone back to his bedroom... Harry secretly made a thought in his heart Crazy decision.If he turned around and caught Voldemort's gaze, he would...

"Legislasia!"

Harry turned his head abruptly, but Voldemort was still standing where he was, with his face facing the door from the point of view.So he called out the spell without hesitation, his most ardent wish at the moment, and swung his wand very quickly.He hasn't actually operated Legilimency, he doesn't expect to go deep and see many secrets, he only needs a little information to deny his thoughts...

The green light hit Voldemort.Harry felt for a moment that he had fallen into a vortex, and then he realized that he had succeeded. It was Voldemort's thought...

He pushed open the door and saw the translucent Salazar Slytherin and himself in pajamas. He was surprised... He sat at the long dining table, watching himself from a distance eating Christmas roast goose, Hermione and Tom sit on both sides...

He stood by the bed, smiled wryly at a big box of heart-shaped chocolates, then broke one and ate it, with mixed flavors... They stood in the empty classroom, his hand raised and lowered, and finally pushed away own...

In an open field, he easily caught the silver-haired invisible beast, and showed an invisible smile to the people in the distance... He ordered the house-elf to prepare a dinner, and then added a thermal insulation to it. curse……

Himself and Hermione standing in front of the Mirror of Erised, and Hermione was talking about what she saw...and he was standing in the back, dismissive of it...then he accidentally glanced at the mirror and saw...

"Enough," came Voldemort's cold voice, and he started walking in Harry's direction, his face hidden in shadow.

Harry fell to his knees, his wand thrown at his feet, his face in his hands, trembling all over. "No..." His voice was trembling, "This is impossible...why is it you...how could it be you..."